dioms. Don't you just love them? These idioms apply to my life right now. Not to be melodramatic, after all, I usually try very hard to be upbeat here on TWH (The Whittier Housewife), but today is not going to be that kind of up beat day. Today, I'm not just experiencing a little idiomatic rain in my life, it is pouring! Still, I like to throw in a little humor when I can, just to help get me through the hard times, and that is why I posted these funny road signs. Like Truvy, on Steel Magnolias, my favorite emotion is laughter through tears.
Dear reader, I am overwhelmed by what this life has thrown my way in recent months, so overwhelmed that I feel compelled to share what has been going on. So if this "bums you out", then I'm sorry, but writing helps me process things. Besides, crying buckets of tears (and I mean buckets)... well that really only helps the tissue industry. Well....okay...crying does help me feel better, but what is even better is when my sobbing is coupled with pouring my heart out through literary means...so here it goes.
Now, I have heard some hair raising horror stories about convalescent hospitals, as I am sure you have, and apparently they are true. I beg you dear reader, if you are thinking about going into the medical field because you heard the money is good, but you lack a basic sense of compassion, and hate people, then please don't bother. The pay isn't worth the heartache and misery you will witness and then inflict on others because you hate your job. In order to pay so well, many facilities under staff, not a good trade off when one on one care is ideal.
Just think, we haven't even started Obama Care yet, and so, as bad as things are, things will only get worse under this heinous healthcare hatchet job. Do any of you remember the spoof Saturday Nigh Live did about E.R. years ago called "W.R. (waiting room)?" That episode was hilarious, only because it was just so ludicrous -- I mean come on --the guy holding his severed arm in his bloody lap while reading a magazine, and another guy with a knife embedded into his chest, and another with a sucking chest wound who had been there for three days... just ridiculous! But very soon, we may actually be seeing a lot of this kind of thing in real life, and it won't be funny, not funny at all, because genocide via medical red tape euthanasia is not a laughing matter. And that is what I see happening on the healthcare horizon.
For years, no, more like decades, my dad has been purposely out of our lives; he ran away from his children. But recently, thanks in part to his brother, he has come back into my life and much healing has taken place. I can only hope more will come, Lord willing. And now the thought of losing him so suddenly, and so heinously, is very hard to take. Dear reader, when all is said and done, the only thing that really matters in this life is your family. So if it's broken, then work hard and find a way to fix it.
Anyway, for the last few months, my father's wife has been embroiled in a massive fight with not only the titanic medical industry, but with my ailing father as well. You see dear reader, he just isn't in his right mind yet, do to medical misdiagnoses, and sever prolonged blood loss. So as you can imagine, this whole wretched ordeal has been very physically, and emotionally draining for her. It's a real David and Goliath kinda situation, but instead of being a conquering hero who has vanquished her colossal foe, she feels more like Cinderella after being abused by her evil step-mother and step-sisters all the live long day, or 24/7, for the last few months.